I'm climbing up the stairsI'm circling the wavesThe broken ceiling paintThe broken windowpaneO a smile would meltMe to an asphalt stripWhere all would travelWhere all would tread and trip

Where all the rolling rollers rollAnd all the secret someones goAnd all the roving rovers rambleDown my back, down my trackâ?¦

The horizon disappearsLike a windswept trailGone from wind and rainBlurred like a charcoal stainSmearing your faceYour shins are skinned againYou can soak up my heatSweat your beaded jewels to the street

Where all the rolling rollers rollAnd all the secret someones goAnd all the roving rovers rambleDown my back, down my trackâ?¦

(Hey hey hey hey)

Tell me, did you make it to the show?Tell me, what did you make of the drummer's hair?Tell me, about the atmosphereTell me, about the faces that greeted you there

Where all the rolling rollers rollAnd all the secret someones goAnd all the roving rovers rambleDown my back, down my trackâ?¦